Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2004 11:19:51 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: TED AND LYLE: A LOVE STORY (INSTALLMENT 3)
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Three weeks had passed since Ted and Lyle had gotten, well, "better
acquainted". Ted and Lyle were only occasionally in contact with one
another and only by phone during the three-week period. Ted thought that
it was best that both he and his younger cousin take the time to get their
lives in order, so that they could make a fresh start together. For Ted
that meant letting go of the recently-passed on Lily in a more complete
way. Though it was upsetting to him to have to make the call just now, he
gathered his mettle and picked up the phone.
"Elaine, it's me, the time has come, you must come as soon as possible.
How soon can you get here?...Sunday is fine, no, no hotel, it's out of the
question, you'll stay with me and I will fix up the sleeper in the living
room for you, the same as always."
Ted, whose background did interestingly enough include doing some community
theater in his "golden years", looked up at the ceiling and spoke, waving
the legal papers in his grasp more than a bit dramatically: "Lily, yes, I
know that I probably would wait under other circumstances, yes, that's
true. But look what I have left now, my darling, just these dusty, dreary
papers setting out who you want to get what and of course all of your
personal things. Please forgive me if you think I act in haste now."
Sunday came around soon enough. Ted did his utmost to get the place in
order, so that it would pass her royal highness' inspection. Although not
quite as compulsive, some of Lily's neatness had sort of rubbed off on Ted
during their thirty-five years of marriage.
Elaine is Ted and Lily's daughter and their only child. A petite lady with
a sharp wit, she was frequently the one that made other guests howl with
laughter at parties. But, as with her father, there were different sides
to Elaine. Arriving on time and with Ted at her side cluching her bags,
she entered the condo quiet, subdued, and respectful.
"Dad, you must forgive me, I wanted to stay, but I had to go back. I
really wanted to stay though, please, you must understand this.", Elaine
threw out at her father barely in the door.
"Please, you must stop this at once. There is simply nothing to forgive.
I know that you have a life in Arizona, I know that, if you could have, you
would have come back to here to be with me after the funeral." Just then
Ted's eyes met Elaine's; and Elaine slowly nodded, finally seeing her dad
was not angry at her. Ted tried not to think of it while the two were
busily sorting through Lily's things, but he could not help but wonder
about how Elaine, who could at times be very unpredictable, would react to
his new-found love with Lyle.
The three weeks had passed for Lyle very slowly. Lyle used the time to
focus on his creative side and, in particular, on the opening of his own
art gallery on Las Olas Blvd. in downtown Fort Lauderdale and displaying
many of his finest own original abstract, modern, and neo-impressionistic
oil and acrylic paintings. Lyle rechanneled some of his sexual energy into
his creative juices, so to speak. Finally, and thankfully, for Lyle, Ted
grew to hate the time apart from Lyle; and invited Lyle over for dinner.
"Is she gone?', Lyle asked in mock cloak-and-dagger style, removing his
jacket just seconds after coming through the doorway.
"Yes, you can relax, Lyle, Elaine is gone.", Ted responded, a nice grin
gracing his countenance.
"Well, tell me, how did things go?", Lyle asked.
"Pretty well, the money and property have been distributed according to
Lily's wishes as in her last will and testament. But even more important,
most of Lily's personal items and most of the painful reminders of Lily,
the photos, the "chachkas", you know what I mean, knickknacks, are gone.
Of course I kept the painting of Lily and I, the one portraying the two of
us at our silver wedding anniversary; but I have moved the thing to the
den."
"Are you sure you are okay with all of this, Ted? I don't want you to hate
me later on."
"Yes, I am sure, Lyle. Lily will always remain in my memory and remain
dear to me. But you are my life now, my love."
Everything looked so beautiful, Lyle could not help but notice this to be
so as he entered the dining room. The bouquet of flowers in the
dove-pattern-engraving-adorned Waterford vase and the candles lit in shiny
sterling silver holders added a romantic touch to the evening; and Ted had
purposefully made dimly lit the semi-enclosed dining room and its
surrounding areas to add to the ambience. Lyle was genuinely moved by
Ted's consideration and thoughtfulness in planning every detail of a lavish
and elegant gourmet feast and most romantic dinner and evening together.
Lyle repeatedly complimented Ted on his excellent taste throughout the
evening; and told him at least three times just how succulent and
delectable the duck was. When Ted came back into the room toward the end
of the meal with the surprise dessert, Lyle simply could not get over how
Ted remembered his all-time favorite was pistachio ice cream and how Ted
went to the trouble of serving the frosty treat with fresh raspberries on
the top and fresh mint as a garnish. The cherry wood finish of the table
could still be seen through a light very-transparent white linen
tablecloth.
They were both pretty nicely dressed for dinner, Lyle in a sporty burgundy
jacket; and Ted quite memorable in a silk navy blue button-down
short-sleeve shirt with a tropical theme design. Ted purposefully left
several more buttons open that he ordinarily would, sort of enjoying
showing off a bit of his sexy hairy chest. Ted was not necessarily
intentionally doing this, though throughout the dinner he could not help
but find himself intermittently undressing Lyle with his eyes. Lyle's
dazzling white impish smile only drew Ted's thoughts to the bedroom even
more.
Lyle, at Ted's urging, had come with an overnight bag with some of things.
The bag was sitting in a corner of the bedroom near a vertical dresser.
Ted had referred to it as a "just-in-case" bag. Lyle wondered to himself,
however: "Just in case of what? I mean I am in love with this man; and all
I can even think about is us being in other's arms."
Lyle was soon enough back in bed with Ted. He confided in Ted that he felt
very nervous. He also related that he was not all that experienced
sexually, though he did identify himself with being a "bottom", a total
bottom more precisely. Ted just smiled and his attention at times drifted
away from Lyle's words and to his sexy body. He wanted very much to lick
and kiss every single inch of Lyle. Also, he wanted Lyle to feel more
loved than he had ever felt in his entire life.
^@te^@mLyle's doe-like brown eyes lit up as Ted began to softly lick his
earlobes. "You always make me smile, Lyle.", Ted cooed. Lyle breathed a
sigh of relief about Ted not seeming to mind at all that his cock was no
more than five inches fully hard, as it was now. Ted was panting quite a
bit. As the two were lying comfortably in the center of the bed, Ted,
while still spooning Lyle and keeping one moderately hairy arm wrapped
securely around Lyle's narrow waist, reached over to the night table and
removed a small-sized tube of K-Y lubricant jelly.
"The time has come for us to be one.", Ted solemnly announced. Lyle looked
behind his shoulder and liked the way Lyle was now winking at him. A ton
of emotion stirred within Lyle, who never dreamed he would find a love like
this at such a later stage in life.
Lyle was grateful for having his health, a pretty nice tan, and, especially
at this time, a really hot derriere like two plush pillows.